Tuesday, September 28, 2010


I'm not sure, but I think I came into this world with my dancing shoes on. There were no other little ones on the scene when I made my grand entrance onto the stage of our big Italian family, and it is safe to say I was doted upon. Everyone was enchanted with my dancing, and there was never a shortage of willing partners. I was the star, and they were the "back-up." Not a bad thing when you are just a wee girl, but not very attractive when you're a grownup lady.

The Father has gently brought this fact to my attention this past week.

I have been dancing through my days - ostensibly with Him as my partner - thinking that I am somehow entitled to choreograph the steps. Each morning I invite Him to take the lead and show me the way I should go. I even memorize verses to that

"Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in You. Show me the way I should go, for to You I lift up my soul."
Psalm 143:8

In my heart of hearts I want nothing more than to live the life He has planned for me. Yet...I don't take many steps into the day before I am off and dancing - trying to pull Him along with me. So often it is the same dance, the one where I know exactly which move will lead to disaster and yet, somehow, I do it anyway.

The turn in the conversation that He gently tries to steer me away from, but I clumsily plow into - head-long. The time that should be spent in the way He has planned, but I am too involved in the pirouettes that delight me.

Those dances never are what I want them to be. They leave me discouraged and feeling as though I have ruined the dance beyond repair.

He is not willing to leave me there. He extends His arms and bids me come dance with Him. I am astounded at such grace. There is such peace when I rest my head against His shoulder and let Him lead me in the steps He has choreographed just for me. It has the makings of a beautiful dance.

I am linking to Emily's today.

tuesdays unwrapped at cats


pictures: me and Uncle Tony - me and Aunt Susie


  1. This is so sweet and touching, Linda.
    I'm afraid we all take different
    steps with other partners when He
    should be our One and Only. I love
    that the Word says the steps of a
    good man are ordered by the Lord.
    We can count on Him to draw us back
    into His loving arms and plans for
    us and keep us on the right track.

  2. Adorable -- you and this post. What a word picture -- our choices being like a dance with our Heavenly Father. I'm tweeting this!

  3. This is beautiful! I am so guilty of wanting to be the lead...and what a perfect reminder of how awkward and disappointing it is when we don't let Him lead as life intends.

    Love it!

  4. I love that picture...I so wish I had one of me and my Dad. He died when I was 3...but I am pretty sure he danced with me in the same way.
    I grew up in a town with lots of Italians. I was jealous not to speak the language... because you always felt like the girls were talking about you (o:
    I do like your thoughts... but think you are sometimes to hard on yourself... I think He still sees us as his little Darling and Grace takes over when we mess up. Not that we should ever take advantage of it... but just feel assured that NO one loves us like Him.
    Loved the post sweet friend.

  5. this reminds me of Zephaniah and how He rejoices over us with joy ... even when we get out of step and step on His toes ...

  6. Yes! Zephaniah! This is so sweet. I'm a big-time dancer, so I felt this piece...every word!

  7. yes, God wants to waltz with me, and i'm over somewhere doing the boogaloo :-)

  8. oh linda... first of all, i love learning about your childhood... what a beautiful gift, to grow up in dancing shoes. and i know... it can be so alluring. sometimes, it's hard to find the line, between the beauty and the bruise. i step on God's feet all the time when we're dancing together. thankfully, he's strong enough to pick me up and twirl me so i don't even need to touch the ground. love you, friend.

  9. Linda, how do you DO that? You take a lovely memory-- a fabulous story, and then weave it into something greater... something that ministers and uplifts... every single time! Thank you again, dear friend, for always pointing me to Jesus!

  10. What a sweet and yet profound post, Linda! Love the pictures.